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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Niagra,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.