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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.