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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.