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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.