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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 X-101 to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.