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 United States and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.