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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Doors,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.