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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.