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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.