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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.