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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.