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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.