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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.