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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.