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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.