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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.