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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 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 Brick to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.