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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
The Names,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.