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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.