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 Greece 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.