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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.