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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.