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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.