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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Selecter 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.