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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.