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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
ABC,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.