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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.