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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.