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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.