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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.