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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.