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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.