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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Magma,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.