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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Gong,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.