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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.