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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.