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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.