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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
New Order,
EPMD,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Brick,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.