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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.