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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 David McCallum to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.