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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.