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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.