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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Index,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.