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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.