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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.