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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.