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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
CMW,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.