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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.