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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.