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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Martian,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.