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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.