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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.