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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.