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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Visage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.