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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.