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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.