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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
June Days,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.