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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.