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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.