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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.