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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.