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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.