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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.