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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.