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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.