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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.