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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.