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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.