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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Nas,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.