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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.