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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.