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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.