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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.