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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Busters,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Can,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.