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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Technova,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.