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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.