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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.