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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.