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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.