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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.