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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.