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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.