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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.