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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.