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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.