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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.