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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.