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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.