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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.