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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.