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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.