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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.