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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.