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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.