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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.