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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Monks,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.