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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Nico,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.