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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Echospace,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
PIL,
Unwound,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.