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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.