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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.