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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.