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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.