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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Television,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.