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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.