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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.