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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.