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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.