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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.