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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.