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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.