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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.