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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.