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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.