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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.