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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.