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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.