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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.