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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.