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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Order 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.