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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.