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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Gong,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.