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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.