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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.