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 Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Magma,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.