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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.