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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.