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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Index,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.