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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
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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.