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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.