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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.