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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.