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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.