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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.