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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.