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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.