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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.