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 Australia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.