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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.