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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.