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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.