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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s 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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Can,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.