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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.