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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.