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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.