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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.