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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.