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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Outsiders 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.