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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.