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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.