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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.