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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.