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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.