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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.