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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Lyres,
Rekid,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Index,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.