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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.