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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.