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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.