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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.