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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.