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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.