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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
MDC,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.