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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.