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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.