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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Nas,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Gong,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.