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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.