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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.