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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.