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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Franke,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Wings,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.