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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.