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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.