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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.