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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.