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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.