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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.