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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.