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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.