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 India and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.