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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.