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 Hungary 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.