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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.