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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.