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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.