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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.