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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 CMW to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.