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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.