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 Korea North and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.