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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Can,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.