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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.