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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cure 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.