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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.