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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.