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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.