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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.