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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.