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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.