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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.