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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.