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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.