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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Suicide,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.