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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide 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 AZ to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Skriet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.