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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.