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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
New Order,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.