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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.