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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.