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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.