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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.