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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.