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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.