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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
ABC,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.