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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.