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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.