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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.