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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.