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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.