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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.