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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.