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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Q65,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.