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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.