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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.