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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.