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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.