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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.