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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.