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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.