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 Vietnam 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
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.