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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Moebius,
10cc,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.