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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.