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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.