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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.