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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.