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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.