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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
CMW,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.