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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.