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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.