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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.