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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.