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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.