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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.