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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.