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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.