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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.