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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Index,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.