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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.