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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.