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 Greece 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
PIL,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.