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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Nico,
Rakim,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Pole,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.