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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.