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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.