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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Model 500,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.