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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.