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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.