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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Can,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.