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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.