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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Raincoats 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.