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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.