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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.