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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.