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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.