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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.