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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.