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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.