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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.