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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.