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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.