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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.