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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Index,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.