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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.