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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
X-102,
cv313,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.