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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.