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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.