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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.