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 Mali and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.