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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.