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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.