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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.