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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.