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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.