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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.