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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.