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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Magma,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.