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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Slave,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.