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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Darondo,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.