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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.