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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.