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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.