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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The American Breed 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.