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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Wings,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.