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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 808 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.