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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.