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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.