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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.