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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.