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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.