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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.