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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.