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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.