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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
the Swans,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.