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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Slave,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.