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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.