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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.