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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.