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 Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.