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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Index,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Visage,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.