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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.