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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.