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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.