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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.