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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.