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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.