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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.