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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.