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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.