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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.