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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.