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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.