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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.