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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.