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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.