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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.