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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.