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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.