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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.