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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.