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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.