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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.