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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.