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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.