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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.