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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.