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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.