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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.