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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.