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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Oneida,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.