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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.