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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Smog,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.