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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.