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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.