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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.