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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 linndrum and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.