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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.