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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.