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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.