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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.