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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.