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 Singapore 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.