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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Gong,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.