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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.