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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.