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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.