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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.