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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
June Days,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.