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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.