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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.