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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.