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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.