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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.