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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.