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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 the Swans to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Technova,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Residents,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.