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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.