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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.