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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.