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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.