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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Happenings 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.