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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.