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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.