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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Slave,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.