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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.