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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Nas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.