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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.