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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.