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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.