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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.