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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.