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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.