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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.