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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.