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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.