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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.