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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.