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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.