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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.