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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.