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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Kas Product 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.