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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 a snare and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.