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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.