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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 AZ to the funk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.