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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.