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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.