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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.