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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
MC5,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.