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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
New Order,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.