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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.