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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Slave,
CMW,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.