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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.