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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.