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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.