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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Faust,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.