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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.