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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.