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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.