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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.