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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.