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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.