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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
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.