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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.