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 Greece 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.