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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.