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 Burundi and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.