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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.