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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.