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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.