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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.