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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.