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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.