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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.