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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.