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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Sound,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.