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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.