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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.