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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.