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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.