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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.