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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.