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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.