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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Gong,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.