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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.