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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.