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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.