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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.