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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Lalann,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Can,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.