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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.