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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
New Order,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.