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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.