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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.