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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.