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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fear,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.