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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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 Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.