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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.