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 China and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Organ,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Can,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.