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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.