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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.