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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.