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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.