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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.