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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.