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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.