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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.