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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.