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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Siglo XX 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.