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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.