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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.