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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.