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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.