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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.