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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.