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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.