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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.