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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.