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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Can,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.