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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
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.