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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.