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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.