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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.