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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.