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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.