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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.