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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.