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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.