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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Crime,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.