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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Cymande,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.