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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Litter,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.