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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.