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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
June Days,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.