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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.