Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
MDC,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.