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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.