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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.