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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.