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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.