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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.