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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Wings,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.