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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.