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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.