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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.