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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.