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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
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Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.