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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.