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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Can,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.