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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.