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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Gong,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.