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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Pylon,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.