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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.