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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.