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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.