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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.