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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.