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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.