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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Crime,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.