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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.