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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
John Cale,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.