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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.