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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Can,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.