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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.