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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.