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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Toasters,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Nas,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.