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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.