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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.