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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.