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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.