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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.