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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.