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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Television,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.